Name: Elise fitzimans Origin: Britan Age:18 Occupation: Was in her last year of collage studying for a docters degree. Personality: Truthful,has a very strong oppinion and will stand up for whats right. Info: Her mother died when she was 12 leaveing everything in her will to Elise.
Unkown to elise this is why she managed to afford collage.
She was in her last year when she was shipped of with her father and brother to the ballarat goldfields.
16/2/1860
It’s dark here at night, nothing compared to the candle lit streets of Britain. The swearing never stops till 2.30 AM and Chloe my german shepard is going of his head at the cat on the fence across the road, but through all this sleep is the last thing on my mind. Father opened up a shop in the middle of the town I beg to work there but father has no need for me. So I am left to run the house a horrible job of cleaning ironing and sweeping out all the dirt just for them to come back in there dirty boots and kick it all back in again. I feel like a bloody digger made to work for nothing. I’d be better off there than in this dreadful place At least I’d Have a change to made my fortune. But the diggings are no place for a lady they say, but I’ll change their minds.
17/2/1860
I'm going into town tomorrow to get to get some equipment I’m on the war path don’t try to stop me.
19/2/1860
I walked down the street my long dress trailing along in the dust. I strode into the equipment store to be met by dirty looks form all the men. I consulted the store keeper for the right equipment. He asked me who it was for, as I stated it was for I the whole store burst out in bellows of laughter. Insulted, I grabbed my goods and stormed out then running over to the stables.
19/2/1860
I rushed hurredly through the old tattered stable doors to be met by an eruption of naighing from all the horses.I strolled up and down the isles searching thoughroughly through the horses, but to my dismay none seemed to be what I was looking for. Then as I was about to depart, the stable hand came struggleing through the back door. a peice of brittle rope clench in his hand. Attached to the other end was a beautiful andalusion stallion. I walked over admireing her silk black coat. I confered with the stable hand about the price of the horse and soon pulled out the 50 pounds and handed it over. I then walked out, the black mare trotting behind me.I jogged down the street my sachel banging against my side. I only have to collect Chloe and I'm off.
20/2/1849 3.00am
I have arived home from town and Chloe is waiting beside my black stallion, watching him intently dareing him to make a move. I jumped on his back sucureing my leather boots into the stirrups. clasping onto the reigns I gave the order to go. he took off , Chloe running beside us my sachel and my two pets are all I have know.
22/2/1849 9.00pm
I have just arrived at the diggings and am settleing down for the night. I have decided to name my black stallion Ace.
I start digging tommorow.
Diary of a gold digger
Name: Elise fitzimansOrigin: Britan
Age:18
Occupation: Was in her last year of collage studying for a docters degree.
Personality: Truthful,has a very strong oppinion and will stand up for whats right.
Info: Her mother died when she was 12 leaveing everything in her will to Elise.
Unkown to elise this is why she managed to afford collage.
She was in her last year when she was shipped of with her father and brother to the ballarat goldfields.
16/2/1860
It’s dark here at night, nothing compared to the candle lit streets of Britain. The swearing never stops till 2.30 AM and Chloe my german shepard is going of his head at the cat on the fence across the road, but through all this sleep is the last thing on my mind. Father opened up a shop in the middle of the town I beg to work there but father has no need for me. So I am left to run the house a horrible job of cleaning ironing and sweeping out all the dirt just for them to come back in there dirty boots and kick it all back in again. I feel like a bloody digger made to work for nothing. I’d be better off there than in this dreadful place At least I’d Have a change to made my fortune. But the diggings are no place for a lady they say, but I’ll change their minds.
17/2/1860
I'm going into town tomorrow to get to get some equipment I’m on the war path don’t try to stop me.
19/2/1860
I walked down the street my long dress trailing along in the dust. I strode into the equipment store to be met by dirty looks form all the men. I consulted the store keeper for the right equipment. He asked me who it was for, as I stated it was for I the whole store burst out in bellows of laughter. Insulted, I grabbed my goods and stormed out then running over to the stables.
19/2/1860
I rushed hurredly through the old tattered stable doors to be met by an eruption of naighing from all the horses.I strolled up and down the isles searching thoughroughly through the horses, but to my dismay none seemed to be what I was looking for. Then as I was about to depart, the stable hand came struggleing through the back door. a peice of brittle rope clench in his hand. Attached to the other end was a beautiful andalusion stallion. I walked over admireing her silk black coat. I confered with the stable hand about the price of the horse and soon pulled out the 50 pounds and handed it over. I then walked out, the black mare trotting behind me.I jogged down the street my sachel banging against my side. I only have to collect Chloe and I'm off.
20/2/1849 3.00am
I have arived home from town and Chloe is waiting beside my black stallion, watching him intently dareing him to make a move. I jumped on his back sucureing my leather boots into the stirrups. clasping onto the reigns I gave the order to go. he took off , Chloe running beside us my sachel and my two pets are all I have know.
22/2/1849 9.00pm
I have just arrived at the diggings and am settleing down for the night. I have decided to name my black stallion Ace.
I start digging tommorow.